Ash_Rabbit
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“I’m eight.” the kid sniffs as if eight was any different from four, maybe not an unspeakable horror then, just a regular horror. “And I heard that the Magnus Institute deals with-” his little nose scrunches, cute. “-spooky things.”
“Do you have a-” he cracks a grin, and then rethinks it as small hands tighten against their burden.”-spooky thing to deliver?” gods he hopes not, it’s bad enough when adults walk in and lay out all of their baggage, but for a child-
“There’s a spider in this book.” the kid says solemnly, raising his textbook sized parcel. “It ate Evan Pritchard.” a bloody fucking Leitner. Of course an eight year old would find a murder spider book. “This seemed like the best place to bring it.”
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- Part 1 of On Cloudy Skies
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How Can I Love You if I Do Not Know You? by Ash_Rabbit
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
18 Jan 2021
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If fear is rooted in the unknown, than love must be rooted in what is known.
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A take on the last five weeks of Elias Bouchard's autonomy.
Intended more as a study of butterfly effects in conjunction with the first 5 chapters of 'A Break in the Clouds' but its not like I can't stop you from reading this as an isolated fic.
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- Part 3 of On Cloudy Skies
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A Break in the Clouds: Supplementals by Ash_Rabbit
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
27 Sep 2020
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Jon's side of things in "A Break in the Clouds"
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- Part 2 of On Cloudy Skies
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Finding himself 3000 years in the past, Yuugi uses his foreknowledge to try and prevent the collapse of Atem's kingdom.
Or Time is like a sword, if you don't cut it, it cuts you.
30 prompts find themselves forced into a linear story, whether or not they're meant to be.
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The man's hand comes close, the vial held within it dark and shining in the dim, orange light. Jonathan breathes deeply — as deeply as he can before his stomach spasms with pain — and swears that he can smell it. That smell like no other, that smell like every other.
Blood.
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30 Mar 2021
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Replacement by TheCreativeCasseroles
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
24 Sep 2020
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Izuku has been kidnapped. He’s not feeling quite right. Where was he? Why was he there? He’s not- why was- how could-
Izuku does not want to be there.
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23 Mar 2021
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When Harry finds Tom Riddle's diary he does not write 'Hello.' He does not write anything at all. He draws. Tom Riddle falls in love with the artwork.
_________________Sketch by sketch, drawing by drawing, the ink Harry pours into the diary manifests as creations in Tom's monochrome world.
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16 Mar 2021
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Chapter 16 is my favourite
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Hope, Etc. (Dickenson et al.) by yellow_caballero
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
10 Mar 2021
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"What therefore God hath joined together in human and daemon, let not man put asunder." (Mark 10:9)
Jonathan Sims, six months after the Unknowing, wakes to find himself without a daemon - without humanity, without a soul. It's a cursed half-life, but existence as a shell without a heart isn't so bad: between solving the mystery of a persistent illusion cast over his friends and some light pseudo-cannibalism, a life as a monster is better than no life at all. At least, it would be, if it wasn't for the fucking Owl.
Or: break free, Jon. You have nothing to lose anymore.
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10 Mar 2021
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I've been emotionally eviscerated.
Just the crushing feeling in your chest and the burn in your eyes as you stare into mirrors that go on and on until you reach something approximating equilibrium.
Or something.